KYLEE KOSOFF

KYLEE KOSOFF

Why I Write

When I was little, I had a made-up language. 

Water was ooh ooh; Tigger was oogliooglio; shoes were gees; grandma was mama papa, and daddy was gaggy. 

I packed up my made-up language as best as I could. I tried to forget about it, but I still couldn't pronounce my r's or my w's. My inability made me even more uncomfortable. I had a hard time making friends, and an even harder time expressing myself. 

Three of my teachers noticed something 

special about me—something that I didn’t even realize: I had a knack for writing.

Mrs. Truman, the most memorable of these teachers, told my mom that Satan tied up my tongue, but God being God gave me an even greater voice.

Writing gave me my voice back.